Heroes of Silver Moon

cheat! I'm sorry for you! Could it be that you made a good effort this time, but your waste owner is about to lie on the dissecting table, you, find another way out!

In his heart, Simon wailed with snot and tears.

But he didn't notice at all that when he was in a daze, two pure young nuns took the opportunity to strip him of his clothes, and then threw him directly into the holy pool.

"Hey, what the hell, isn't this the holy water pool? Is it necessary to wash me with holy water before the autopsy?" Simon began to realize that something was wrong.

Are these people going to dissect themselves, or are they going to kill pigs!

"Holy Son, please change your clothes." Seeing that Simon was soaked in holy water, the two nuns who had just thrown him in said gently.

"Holy Son? What Holy Son?" Seeing the respectful attitudes of these two beautiful nuns, Simon was stunned. He must have gotten Long Aotian's script!

Seeing that Simon, who was soaking in the holy water pool, did not move, the nun quickly repeated in a gentle tone: "Holy Son, please change your clothes."

"Oh oh oh", Simon reacted in a daze, so he quickly climbed out of the holy water pool, and then, with the help of the two nuns, changed into an extremely cumbersome church dress.

"Um, this thing is for me too." After putting on the dress that was so heavy that people could not breathe, Simon looked at the veil in his hand. Simon was in a mess. Isn't this something for women?

"According to the religious rules, the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden must remain mysterious and must not show their faces." Although they said it gently, the two nuns couldn't breathe from laughing in their hearts.

The incident happened so suddenly that the church did not prepare the costumes of the Holy Son at all. The suit that Simon is wearing now was made by a few priests in the cathedral's holy library.

The veil in Simon's hand was used by a saintess hundreds of years ago. The masks of the previous saints were too old to be used because they were corroded by the years.

"Well", looking at the veil in his hand, Simon suddenly fell into deep thought, Ma De knew that the person who coded the words had no good intentions.

My holy son, I'm afraid I didn't buy the call credit to give it away!

"Forget it, isn't it just women's clothing!", Seeing a group of congregants around him staring at him blankly, Simon closed his eyes and was heartbroken.

Then he directly put the veil that concealed his appearance on his face.

Isn't it women's clothing! As the saying goes, women's clothing is only for the first time and countless times, so why not open it up! In this way, when I wear women's clothes again in the future, at least I won't refuse again.

Both eyes lost their highlights, and since then, a Simon in the world has lost his dream.

Seeing that Simon put on the veil, and the congregation staring at Simon blankly, they all showed relief.

In the reception area of ​​the cathedral, the old king was lying on a chair, eating grapes with his legs crossed.

Then he said to the archbishop with a charming smile on his face: "Little Iens, why hasn't the mass started yet? I can't wait to see the holy body of that **** Kirill."

"Your Majesty, it will start right away," the archbishop said with a smile as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The old king is of the same generation as his master, the previous pope who had just ascended. He and the current pope are actually a generation lower than the living king.

Originally, the archbishop was only the second in command of the church, and his status was only about equal to that of the king's cabinet prime minister, plus one seniority lower.

Therefore, when the archbishop got along with the old king, his aura was suppressed by the old king and he retreated steadily.

"Dang~dang~dang~", three clear bells rang from the cathedral, and the archbishop and the old king quickly cheered up.

The believers who were watching outside the cathedral knelt down after hearing the three bells, because it meant that the mass was about to begin.

The melodious sound of the harp sounded, and a nun's female solo sang, kicking off the whole mass. Following this crisp female voice, bursts of beautiful children's choruses also sounded.

The solemn and solemn Pope, wearing a heavy church gown, holding a golden scepter in his right hand, and the Luna doctrine in his left hand, walked towards the outside of the cathedral step by step under the guard of the priests.

Old kings, archbishops, royal knights, apologists, bishops, nuns, priests, Cliffords, old ladies.

At this moment, regardless of their identities or each other, they all stood on both sides of the road, watching the Pope walk past them.

The Pope kept staring straight ahead. He didn't even glance at the people standing on both sides of the cathedral as he passed by.

This is also the case when passing by the old king.

At cathedral-level mass, even the goddess of moonlight will turn her eyes here. During this period, the pope, the human agent of the god, came here in person on behalf of the goddess of moonlight.

In the eyes of the gods, all believers are equal, and they are just shepherds in His pasture~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After the Pope, priests and others came out of the cathedral completely.

Facing the believers kneeling outside the cathedral, the Pope took the golden basin from a priest, gently twisted the holy water with his hands, and slowly sprinkled it on the mortal world.

Immediately afterwards, the Pope solemnly bowed down to the statue of the goddess carved entirely of marble in front of the cathedral.

Immediately after the Pope prostrated, the priests surrounded the cathedral from the left and right sides, neatly distributed around the cathedral.

The door of the cathedral's inner hall was opened again, and the four apologists looked solemn, carrying the holy body of the previous pope, and slowly walked along the road that the pope walked, bringing the holy body wearing a dress and a wreath, Lifted to the door of the cathedral.

Dawn was approaching, and the bright moon, which was looming in the sky, once again burst into light. A beam of moonlight broke through the layers of clouds and shone on the body of the holy corpse.

"Today, a believer will always be by my lord's side. From now on, he will no longer be Kirill, he will become St. Kirill. May he protect the people of the Moon Goddess even if he is in heaven." "

Standing up from the statue, the Pope began to chant loudly.

Afterwards, the four apologists carried the holy body around the cathedral, and finally carried it back into the inner hall of the cathedral.

"Well, it's finally over." Seeing the apostolic knights carrying the holy body back to the inner hall, and respectfully standing there the old king, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Every time a cathedral-level mass is held, the solemn atmosphere can almost suffocate people to death.

The old king here is still waiting for the pope to return to the inner hall, looking forward to relaxing after the high mass.

But the door of the inner hall that was just closed by the guardian knight was slowly opened again.